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In The Orchard
Dec 16th, 2011 by Entropy

In The Orchard by Entropy

When I was nine
I bit a peach,
my teeth hit
sudden stone
it made me bleed
sharp iron tang
into my mouth.

The split peach stone
fell to the floor,
its chance of
beginning
new life
hardening,
forgotten.

The peach juice
mixed with
bright lip blood
dripped down
onto my chin.

I spat peach flesh
onto the ground, to
rot and mingle
with the grass.

I’ve never
tasted peach
since then,
not even in a pie,
without recalling
that blood red tang
when I was
only nine.

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